5.𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

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𝕃𝔸𝕍𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ'𝕊 ℙ𝕆𝕍:

Ryle. Ryle Kincaid.

He was sitting infront of me after performing CPR on me. God, my nipples were rock hard by the touch of his cold, gentle lips on mine.

It was not a kiss but during the process of CPR he kept in lips on mine to give breath but still it made my body react like this to his touch.

"Trust me you didn't cause any disturbance"
He said.

I looked at him and my eyes were uncontrollable it went down to his body when I saw a torn spot on his shirt with makeup stains.

Fuck! This must have happened when I was almost unconscious. What should I do?

I steadied myself and opened my mouth to apologise.

"I am really sorry"

"Why?"

"Because of this"
I pointed at his shirt.

He looked at his shirt at the torn spot and then back at me.

"What is my punishment? Will you leave me here alone and lock me? Should I give..."

I didn't finish talking when he started laughing.

"You think a lot don't you?"
He asked still laughing.

"Someone makes me think Dr.Kincaid"

"Oh... And who is that?"
He said smirking at me.

"Why do you care?"
I returned the smirk back.

"Just curiousity"

"Someone whom I know."

He looked at me with serious expressions and glimming eyes.

"Someone whom I have found again"
I said looking straight into his eyes.

"Do I know that someone?"
He asked.

"Maybe"

We were looking at each other with our gazes locked and determined not to break it. Neither of us blinking but just staring at each other like lovers with the silence letting it stay in its place. This moment was magical.

Our phone rang at the same time forcing us to break our eye contact. Okay phone wins, we broke our eye contact and picked up the calls.
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I was walking to the changing room thinking about the moment and still feeling the touch of his lips on mine.

I was walking carelessly when I bumped into someone. The same feelings and that smell of cologne, I knew within a second it was him.

"Careful miss Crawford"
Ryle said and walked away while making my heart race.

What the fuck was happening today? Whatever was happening it was good. Was it a dream? Even if it is, its a good one.
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I was driving back home, with all the memories fresh in my mind. I was going to go home when I stopped near a caffè shop to give myself a treat for entering the hospital. It wouldn't take much time as it was near to my apartment.

"I would like to order an americano and a red velvet pastry."

"Sure mam"
The lady said to me and handed me the receipt.

I took the receipt and was waiting for my order when someone came and interrupted me.

"Miss Crawford"

I turned around to see Mr Sharma. Oh god not again!

"Yes Mr Sharma"

"You disrespected me that day infront of others."

Okay, so now this!

"It was just a phrase. Take it casually"
I said and my order was ready. I took it and walked out of the cafe. Mr.Sharma came behind me.

"Look, Mr Sharma if you think I would apologise just forget about it. I am not apologising, tell whomever you want to."

With that I sat in my car and drove to my house.
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I took a shower and sat down on my desk with the americano and pastry.

I sipped on my coffee while scrolling on my phone, when a message popped up. It was from a unknown number. I clicked on it to see who it was.

Unknown: Hi is this Lavender?

Me: Yes.Who is this?
I typed out.

Unknown: Hi Lav, this is me Sofia from highschool.

Highschool? Why she is texting me now?

Me: Oh hi Sofia.

Unknown: Actually we are having a reunion of highschool and we are hoping for you to come.

Highschool reunion? A mix of emotions was juggling in my stomach.

A new message popped up.

Unknown: Lav? Are you there?

Me: Yes. I will come

Unknown: Great. I will add you to the group.

I turned of the glowing screen of my phone and moved the phone aside from me. A highschool reunion? I was excited for it.
I got up from the chair and ran towards the cupboards where I kept all my old stuff. I took out the photo album of my highschool and flipped through the pages.

Nostalgia was hitting me. I looked through the photos, it reminded of the different good bad memories I lived once. It made me wish to return to highschool again.

My highschool life wasn't a very great one. It had trauma, ups and downs but still it was one of my best phrase of life.

I was looking through the photos when I found the sports days photo. All the seniors and juniors were together with the teachers and other school staffs.

I was standing in the middle with the medal in my hand and beside me was Ryle. I brushed my hand over the photos when a page fell out of the box beside me. I moved my gaze towards it and picked it up from the ground.

I unfolded it to find a letter. That letter. Which made my heart cry. I looked at the letter with tears in my eyes, the feelings I had mixed with this letter was too strong.
It was given by Ryle to me.

Dear Lavender,
I have always heard that "what is meant to be it will be at the end." I have never believed in love or have entangled with any feelings. But when it comes to you, I can't help to get entangled with feelings. Highschool has come to an end for me, I don't know how to say this to you but I like you Lavender. How, when this happened I don't know. I just know that I like you. It's okay if you don't feel the same, it's just that I like you a lot and I wanted to say this or I would never be able to say and would die with the ache in my heart I couldn't tell you. But if you think that "what is meant to be it will be at the end" then I am looking forward with the end of my life with you.
Love,
Ryle.

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-lots of love from Aishani💕💕

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